there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

yes

It Will Get Lighter

It Will Get Lighter

I Write Goodbye Letter

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

Style

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Better Lift


way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."


so an active mazelike process

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.



I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then